http://canlendyouahand.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] canlendyouahand.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_clinic2008-09-26 02:50 am
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FTEC - Thursday [25.09]

Being an Igorina wasn't going to keep Igor away from the clinic. He did have the devil's own time convincing the nurses that he was supposed to be there, though.

Even with Fandom's rich and varied history of weird-ass happenings, they were having trouble accepting that, no matter what he might look like, he was Igor.
fh_nurse: (kill bill)

Day shift

[personal profile] fh_nurse 2008-09-25 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The nurses hadn't been affected by the day's oddness.

(Possibly they were too scary for even Fandom to mess with.)
the_merriest: (I have a Cunning Plan (TM))

Re: OOC

[personal profile] the_merriest 2008-09-25 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
May we lick the Igorina?

Re: Evening shift

[identity profile] shiniernyours.livejournal.com 2008-09-25 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A clinic might not have been the most helpful place to a robot who woke up much more female than usual, but now he was there Bender didn't let the presence of anyone behind the desk stop him from hitting the bell loudly.

"Hey, anyone who's there, listen to me!" he shouted, more high-pitched.

Re: Evening shift

[identity profile] shiniernyours.livejournal.com 2008-09-25 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I'm all out of testosteroil, I need a fluid change," complained Bender. "Also to borrow your lipstick."

Re: Evening shift

[identity profile] shiniernyours.livejournal.com 2008-09-26 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Bender took a closer look at Igor and rummaged for a moment, pulling out a garish red lipstick. "You should wear more lipstick, you don't look enough of a floozy."

"I don't know about a fruit drink," Bender said doubtfully. "Aren't they full of healthy chemicals?"

Re: Evening shift

[identity profile] shiniernyours.livejournal.com 2008-09-26 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? Well, I'm going to take advatage of my new female attributes," replied Bender, daubing the makeup somewhere in the vicinity of his mouth.

He tipped back the flask, wincing slightly as he handed it back. "Are you sure that's not corrosive?"